Psalm 89:15

Blessed are those who have learned to acclaim you, who walk in the light of your presence, O LORD.

Today's treasure, so far, is my confused cat, waking me around 9:30 AM, because the alarm did not go off at 6:30 AM.  He kneaded my arm, sneezed in my face and tried to bite my nose.  Ain't sleeping in grand?

So, Mr. Blue Eyes asked me the next day if I wanted to go canoeing.  He silently rowed and I talked nonstop.  Wandering in a meadow and along the shore resulted in two kisses.  They say silent waters run deep.  I say they run fast.  It was quickly apparent to our cohorts that we were an item.

I don't remember with whom I rode to get to the cabin, but I rode back with A. on his motorcycle.  J., the host, helped me don the required motorcycle helmet.  I thought at the time, my he is sweet.  With time I learned J. was actually sweet on A.  Totally unknown to A.  I was a means to and end.  O dear.

My solitary existence suddenly exploded.  This little nobody was fielding the amorous intentions of A., from the cabin, J. in pursuit of A., a much younger co-worker, and ? a fellow student from confirmation class.  Mercy me.  It is a shame I couldn't bottle and sell whatever was attracting them all!  To top it off, a former flame met while bar hopping decided maybe he was interested in me.

How, you may ask, did I know J. was sweet on A.?  J.'s modus operandi was to double date with us, try to wrestle with A. during group get togethers, to have a hissy fit if A. did not come to every one of J.'s plays, to tell me all A. wanted from me was sex  and, paradoxically, to share with me his fantasies about the three of us abed.

A.'s modus operandi was to go to square dance classes with me every Friday night.  And yes, dear darling J. would be there too.  Square dancing is good, clean fun.  I enjoyed buying the twirly dresses, fluffy petticoats, and ruffly. mid thigh, flirty undergarments.  And gold dancing slippers.  It didn't hurt that after the class there would be a pot luck with lots of casseroles and desserts.  Every Friday night we had fun dancing, eating, and laughing with people about our age.  A. and I tried to find a square dance group where we presently live, but, dare I say it?  Everybody was so OLD!!

A year of dating and squaring dancing quickly slipped away.  During that time I learned this fella really, really, doesn't talk much.  One of the current popular songs was "He's So Shy!"  That worked for me.  More on his reticence later.  It was hard to resist a handsome, blue eyed sweetie that kept coming back.

I learned that he was younger than me.  I guess the Vietnam War picked off a lot of candidates my age.  I was pondering my encroaching senility while we were driving to Rochester to visit his friends, and I heard A. propose some blueprints for a house.  A house for us.  I asked him if this was his way of proposing.  He continued to concentrate on the road, and said it was.  Visions of nursing homes fled from my head and I said, "Well alrighty then!"  Or something equally emphatic.

I wanted to do the deed right quick.  My romantic man wanted to wait until the following January for tax purposes.  Many a time I filled the ear of any friend who would listen with, "For tax purposes!!!  Can you believe it????"  It dawned on me the person with whom I should be griping was A.  I duly did so.  He said, "OK then.  When do you want to get married?"  I replied, "In two weeks."

More later.  Time to practice juggling.